Page 64 of Bitten By the Fae
I screamed and sent another blast of my cerulean magic at him, until the link severed.
And a raging professor stood before me. “Have you lost your damn mind, girl?!”
Yes, I thought at him, wiping my hands against my black skirt and fixing my white blouse. “He lassoed me,” I explained dumbly. Because he had to have seen that, right?
“Because that’s the purpose of the spell!” the professor roared. “Pair magic.” He gestured around the class, indicating the ropes tying other students together. “Your magic chose his magic. Then you tried to burn him up with your power, which is not acceptable behavior for my class.”
My jaw hit the floor. “My magic chose his?” That was impossible. I would never in a million years choose that willow stump!
Another realization struck me just as quickly.My spell worked. Oh, this can’t be a good sign. It’s supposed to stop, not start working.
Pixie sticks, this was bad.Verybad.
Shade stood a few feet away, his entertainment over our situation clear in his icy gaze. “Perhaps we should try again, Headmaster Irwin? It seems Aflora isn’t interested in being my partner for the year.”
The robust male spun on his heel. “The spell cannot just be undone, Shadow. She’s your partner, and you will learn to work together. Starting in detention after we’re done here today.”
“Detention,” I repeated, familiar with the term but never having experienced it.
“Yes. Where you will work on pair-bonding exercises until I’m satisfied you understand the purpose of teamwork.”
He uttered a spell and waved his thick branch of a wand, and the world righted around me as he sent me back to my chair with some sort of floating spell. I tried to bat it away, uncomfortable with the inky presence coating my being, but it disappeared as soon as my butt hit the seat.
Shade was not provided the same treatment.
He merely collapsed beside his desk into a lazy sprawl befitting a king.
I hated him.
Loathed him.
Could not stand the mere sight of him.
And now I was stuck with him as a mateandas a class partner.
This year could not get any worse.
I lied.
This year could absolutely get worse.
As I found myself literally bound to Shade’s side in Headmaster Irwin’s version of detention, all I wanted to do was die. But we had an essay to write—together. He’d joined our hands with some sort of magical pen that required our agreement on the words for it to work.
The topic?Define partnership.
I gritted my teeth as Shade tried to write something about partnership falling to the stronger of the pair to lead.
When the script vanished, he sighed and glared down at me.
“You try.”
“Screw you,” I tossed back.
“He won’t let us leave until we’re done.”
“Then I guess we’re living here now.” A childish thing to say, but there was absolutely no way I could work with this monster. “You only have yourself to blame, really. Not like I asked you to bite me.”
He snorted. “Are we back to that old argument already?”
